Poems of WordsworthMacmillan, 1880 - 325 páginas |
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... green , they may be seen , ” The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and ...
... green , they may be seen , ” The little Maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and ...
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... green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . " " That , Father ! will I gladly do ...
... green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . " " That , Father ! will I gladly do ...
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... green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through the glade , From shade to sunshine , and as fleet From sunshine back to shade . Birds warbled round me - every trace Of inward sadness 8 POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . Anecdote for ...
... green earth echoed to the feet Of lambs that bounded through the glade , From shade to sunshine , and as fleet From sunshine back to shade . Birds warbled round me - every trace Of inward sadness 8 POEMS OF BALLAD FORM . Anecdote for ...
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... green hills warm : There surely must some reason be Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm For Kilve by the green sea . " " At this , my Boy hung down his head , He blushed with shame , nor made reply ; And five times to the child I ...
... green hills warm : There surely must some reason be Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm For Kilve by the green sea . " " At this , my Boy hung down his head , He blushed with shame , nor made reply ; And five times to the child I ...
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... green as grass can be ; Rest , little Young One , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? " What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs are they not strong ? And beautiful thou art : This grass is tender grass ...
... green as grass can be ; Rest , little Young One , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? " What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs are they not strong ? And beautiful thou art : This grass is tender grass ...
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Página 194 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Página 5 - I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Página 200 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Página 200 - High instincts, before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised ; But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Página 245 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Página 193 - Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Página 207 - Thou fough'tst against Him ; but hast vainly striven , Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For...
Página 3 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 182 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower ; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Página 4 - You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ? I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be ? Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.